"Attention everybody, I have a serious and dire announcement to make!" shouted Marth as he walked out of the bathroom, hands held in the air as if he was surrendering to the police, all eyes on him."I have just finished using the restroom, and I have emitted a very foul and sinister smell otherwise referred to as dung! The bathroom smells like barn stable that has yet to be cleaned, and I advise against using the bathroom for a good two hours or so! If you do have to use the restroom, please, do not stay in there for longer than thirty minutes; otherwise you may never be seen again! That is all!"
Murmurs of confusion were exchanged among the customers as Mario and Wario watched, mouths wide open, the Prince walk calmly to the register resuming his usual business as if the actions that happened before did not happen. Marth, after twenty minutes and ten orders, noticed the two Smashers looking at him and decided to wave in greeting acknowledging their existence.
"So, Mario, how are you faring today?"asked Marth smiling at Mario warmly.
"I've been faring….nice-okay, why am I acting as if everything before this is normal!?" replied Mario realizing that he was still thinking about what Marth did." Marth, are you okay?"
"I am fine, why do you ask?" asked Marth raising an eyebrow at Mario.
"Well-never mind," replied Mario shaking his head before turning to Wario." Anyway, what's this about this new idea to increase business that you suddenly got when you were eating a taco?"
"Well, I was thinking that if people realize how popular we are as a group, then they will have no choice but to come and-" began Wario noticing that the customers suddenly vanished." Wait a minute, Mario, don't move. I think the aliens are finally invading-"
"BACK! BACK I SAY!" shouted Marth furiously waving his sword at the foul stench emitting from the bathroom, that somehow managed to form into a gaseous clone of Link." BACK YOU FOUL THING! I SHALL ERASE YOUR PRESENCE FROM THIS REALM!"
"Never mind, it's just Marth fighting the stench of the bathroom that managed to form into a gaseous clone of Link," assured Wario dismissing the bizarre situation as if it was a regular occurrence here." Anyway, Mario about that idea-"
"Not now, Wario, I'm busy trying not to slam my head against the counter repeatedly, questioning why I even took this job in the first place," sighed Mario massaging his temples.
"Lost a bet? Lucina forced you to? Got nothing else better to do? Got tired of living in the Smash Mansion?"
"All of the above, and much, much more Wario."
"Marth, we need to-" began Mario walking up to Marth who was busy waxing the floor." What're you doing?"
"Waxing the floor," replied Marth furiously waxing the floor with a black handkerchief, a bucket of wax right next to him.
"Marth? You do realize-" began Mario.
"Package for -AH!" said Pit, delivering his very first package on his very first job, before he slipped on the newly waxed floor, landing flat on his back.
"Pit, are you ok-AY!?" shouted Mario running to Pit's aid, forgetting about the waxed floor as he too slipped and fell flat on his back..
"Don't worry, my wings broke my fall!" exclaimed Pit giving a thumbs up as Marth quickly got up, grabbed the bucket of wax and went to wax the parts that Mario and Pit slipped on.
"Anyway, Mario what was it that you wanted to tell me?" asked Marth kneeling down next to Mario, ready for whatever speech he was going to give.
"Marth, never get married because your wife's gonna kill you in your sleep after one year," groaned Mario feeling his back bones broken and bruised." Also, you don't wax these floors, otherwise it's like running on ice."
"But Mario, how will I have offspring?" asked Marth curious.
"Don't, and if you do pray that they're smarter than you," groaned Mario slowly closing his eyes before going to sleep.
As the two Smashers drifted into the Dream World, Marth shrugged and quickly resumed his usual actions; despite the fact that he may have killed them.
